Dear Daddy, I write you in spite of years of silence. You cleaned up, found Jesus. Things are good, or so I hear. This bottle of Stephen's awakens ancient feelings. Like father, stepfather, the son is drowning in the flood.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4223 | 2020-05-13 15:25:42 | 66.50 | 96% |
| 3116 | 2020-03-24 12:45:40 | 67.85 | 96% |
| 220 | 2019-12-09 15:11:22 | 54.42 | 96% |